15.08.04 - 6:52 p.m.

we each used to keep a copy of james' laid in our
glovebox in case plans took us across the coronado
bridge when we would roll down the
windows no matter the weather and with
arms outstretched to feel the damp wind we'd
sing this bed is on FIre with passionate love
the neighbors comPLAIN about the noises aboveand on and on until
the bridge and song were over and we were safely on
the opposite side, both having momentarily conquered
our fear of structures whose architecture we didn't
really understand.